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"The satchel ain't in the tree," growled Caven, but his tone lacked positiveness. "I'll soon know for certain," said our hero. He climbed the tree with ease, having been used to such doings when living with the old hermit. As he went from branch to branch he kept his eyes open, and presently saw a bit of leather sticking out of a crotch.
Without delay Caven hurried away, followed by Malone. "We'll be in the sleeping compartment right next to that used by Vane and the boy," chuckled Gaff Caven. "Pat, it ought to be dead easy." "Have you the chloroform?" "Yes, twice as much as we'll need." "When can we leave the train?" "At three o'clock, at a town called Snapwood. We can get another train two hours later, on the northern route."
"If I let you go you'll be trying to make more trouble for Mr. Vane and myself." "Don't talk to them," growled Caven. "If you want to lock us up, do so!" He was in an ugly humor and ready for a fight. "We'll march 'em along," said Bill Badger, and so it was agreed.
The backs of the two men were still towards the opening, so the lads were not discovered. "What is this new game?" they heard the man called Malone ask, after a peal of thunder had rolled away among the mountains. "It's the old game of a sick miner with some valuable stocks to sell," answered Gaff Caven. "Have you got the stocks?"
"I wish we had some ropes, with which to tie them," continued Joe. "Here's a good big handkerchief." "That's an idea. My handkerchief is also good and strong." "You do the pow-wowing and I'll do the shooting, if it's necessary," said Bill Badger. Joe looked up into the tree again but could see nobody. "Caven!" he called out. "I know you are up there and I want you to come down."
"I'm coming up soon, to find out about that Bill Bodley," said Joe. As late as it was Joe listened to what Maurice Vane had to tell. "Now that Caven and Malone are gone I do not anticipate further trouble at the mine," said the gentleman. "I am in practical possession of all the shares, and shall have a clear title to the whole property inside of a few weeks."
"Then those shares must be valuable after all?" queried the swindler. "Perhaps they are. I am having them looked up. I am glad of this opportunity of proving that they are now my absolute property." "If Caven and I sold you good stocks we ought to be kicked full of holes," grumbled Malone. "That was your lookout, not mine," returned Maurice Vane. "Mind, I don't say the shares are valuable.
Only a few remained behind, including Jim Caven, who gave as his excuse that he had a headache. "I'm glad he is not with us," said Dick. "I declare, for some reason, I can't bear to have him around." "Nor I," returned Frank. "It's queer, but he gives me the shivers whenever he comes near me." "It's a wonder he came here at all. He doesn't belong in our style of a crowd."
"More fallen trees perhaps." "Or a landslide. They have them sometimes, when it rains as hard as it did to-day." They left the car with some others and soon learned that there had been a freight collision ahead and that half a dozen freight cars had been smashed to splinters. "Do you think it can be the freight that Caven and Malone boarded?" came from our hero, on hearing this news.
Then read this extract from the report of General the Earl of Caven, who commanded the Allied troops sent to the aid of the Italians: "In 1917, in the terrible days which followed the disaster at Caporetto, I saw, just after my arrival at Venice, the Italian army in full retreat, and I became convinced that a recovery was impossible before the arrival of sufficient reenforcement from France and England.
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